Chapter 6 - Early October Thursday ? Couple's Counseling: Couple's Counseling. He'd come to hate the phrase. Lately all he did was sit and listen to a conversation between Barbara and Verne about her latest discoveries about herself and how they related to her infidelity. She'd begun seeing a therapist, a psychologist who was telling Barbara she suffered from insecurity and a lack of self-esteem. They found out she was especially vulnerable after the miscarriage. She'd even occasionally been clinically depressed at various periods in her life. Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Next - Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by Longhorn__07. - Tell a friend about this story, click here. - Report problems with this story, click here. - Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. Home | Stories | Webcams | Forum | Adult Store Literotica Toy Store ADULT TOY & DVD STORE FAST & DISCREET Literotica XXX Webcams 24/7 LIVE CAMS - FREE PREVIEW W/AUDIO! 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He'd come to hate the phrase. Lately all he did was sit and listen to a conversation between Barbara and Verne about her latest discoveries about herself and how they related to her infidelity. She'd begun seeing a therapist, a psychologist who was telling Barbara she suffered from insecurity and a lack of self-esteem. They found out she was especially vulnerable after the miscarriage. She'd even occasionally been clinically depressed at various periods in her life. She was insufferably delighted with it all. As far as Steve could tell, she was having a ball finding out "who she was." When they met outside Mr. Houston's office, she was attentive to everything Steve said, chatty about everything under the sun, and she smiled more warmly at him than she had in months. It all made him sick. It was too damned late for all that. "You know…" Steve said, interrupting his wife in another long discussion about a poor self-image and how that might have led to her affair. "I've got just a couple things to say and then you two can get back to your private little talk. I'll be getting out of your way so I won't disturb y'all. "The thing is this. I've been sitting here listening to all of this and I'm a little confused, Barbara. Everything I've heard you say the past couple/three weeks tells me you're thinking of yourself as a victim, and that's just not true. I don't know if you really had all these problems…you sure never seemed to have them before you cheated on me. "All I know for sure is that you come in here all fresh-faced and bright-eyed every Thursday night. You look like you're just as happy as you've ever been…and it's all because you decided to start seeing other men outside our marriage. "I'll bet you sleep like a baby all night long. You sure don't have any bags under your eyes to say different. Me? Hell, it's been so long since I got any sleep without taking a pill that I don't even remember what it's like. I'll bet you wake up every morning refreshed and just thrilled to death at the thought you're going to find out something new and more wonderful about yourself that day. "You're having one hell of a good time with all this, Barbara. You committed the adultery but you're getting all the attention. "Remember me? I'm the one you cheated on…the man you betrayed. I'm not going to get all teary eyed…but how come I'm the one who has to do all the suffering and you're the one who gets to find yourself? Somehow, this all seems to be turned around on itself. You cheat…I suffer. I don't want to be whiney, but just how is that fair?" The session immediately turned to finding out what they could do for him. What were his emotional needs? What need was Barbara not meeting for him before she strayed? Steve rolled his eyes in frustration. He'd just wanted to end the babble. Now, instead of just listening, he was expected to participate too. Talk, talk, talk. That's all they did. Mr. Houston produced the questionnaires he'd had them fill out when they first started. "In many ways, you two are a good match on your emotional needs," he said. "Steve, you even put affection before sex as your primary need in your relationship. Most men have sex as their most important need. So I assume the sexual need was being met." Steve snorted explosively. "You assume wrong," he said quickly. "Poor old Rafe and I have one thing in common. Neither of us is, or was, getting any sex from my dear wife," he said sarcastically. "I haven't had sex with my wife since the end of March…and there wasn't much before that," he remarked. "So…at what point did the act of sex become unsatisfactory?" Houston asked. "Was it…fulfilling…say, before the Christmas party you've told me about last year?" "Yes," Barbara said. "No," Steve said simultaneously. Barbara looked at him in astonishment. The surprise changed to indignation almost immediately. "How long has it been unsatisfactory for you, Steve," Mr. Houston asked before Barbara could open her mouth. Steve looked at his wife for a long time, mulling over his answer. "Since a couple months after we got back from our honeymoon," he said at last. Barbara gasped. "What?" she asked indignantly. The disagreement generated another half hour of talk. In the end, Steve just stopped speaking. He was nearing the end of his rope. When Mr. Houston called for a "potty break," Steve left the building without saying anything to the counselor or Barbara. His cell phone sounded when he was getting into the pickup's passenger cabin but he ignored it. ******** Anger and depression were parts of Steve's everyday routine now. He took a sleeping pill to get to sleep and drank coffee by the gallon to wake up. His doctor had prescribed an antidepressant for him but it made him feel jumpy so he'd quit taking it. Aside from Barbara's adultery itself, two things bothered him most of all. First, Barbara kept equating the pain she felt over having been kicked out of her home and having to face her infidelity with the deep anguish he felt at her betrayal. Second, every time he turned around someone was telling him he was overreacting. He'd had it with people who couldn't understand how he felt and had given up trying to explain. He was still irritated though. It had been a rough weekend. His brother Jon had called and they'd gone to a sports bar to watch the UT game on Saturday. The Longhorns had won, but had done so in such a haphazard fashion there'd been no satisfaction in it for Steve. Dinner at Jon's house had been good on Sunday, except for the obvious affection between Jon and his wife. When Sandy had come up behind Jon and massaged his neck for a long moment, Steve had had to look away to conceal the tears. He'd had to make his excuses and leave early. Now, the Monday Night Football game between the Cowboys and Seattle wasn't looking so good. The 'Boys were hanging on to a two point lead and seemingly were trying to give it away as quickly as they could. The game wasn't holding his interest. He knew he was obsessing about the "pain" Barbara said she was feeling and how she understood his, but he couldn't shake it. He knew he'd overstated the empathy he felt for his friend's heartache after she was raped. In truth, he knew he'd said it exactly backwards. He understood only a little of Debbie's hurt, but Debbie would have understood the empty place in his heart. It wasn't getting any better either. He wondered how he could show Barbara how trivial her pain was. He wanted to make it very clear to her but he couldn't think of a way to do it. It woke him up at night and made him stare into space at odd moments during the daytime when he should have been doing something else. As Dallas lost a third fumble to the green-clad Seattle team, opportunity knocked at his door. ******** More correctly…opportunity, and temptation. "Hi, Baby," she said cheerfully. "You glad to see me?" "I…sure…Kimberly. How are you?" Steve stuttered. His young sister-in-law was among the group of people he'd least expected to find on his porch tonight. "Great!" the eighteen year-old girl said happily. Steve thought it probably was an accurate description of exactly how she felt about herself. The girl generally bubbled over with enthusiasm about everything and everyone she came in contact. She'd been voted most friendly in every year of high school and had been the only unanimous pick as a cheerleader each of those years too. Students and faculty alike had enjoyed being around her and she'd always had a poorly disguised entourage following her around wherever she went. Steve had thought her pretty and vivacious, with a sparkling personality that just wouldn't quit. Somehow, and recently, she'd turned into a sexy young woman too. There was something sensual smoldering deep in her eyes; the way she looked up at him was exciting on a level he'd never considered in connection with her before. The discovery dismayed him, even as he reacted to her. Worse, he was sure she could tell. He was certain she sensed the heat in his groin at the same instant he felt it. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, grinning up at him. Flustered again, Steve held the screen door open and made welcoming noises as he ushered her inside. The girl strutted into the foyer, shrugging off her raincoat and handing it to him as she passed. Wordlessly, Steve turned and hung it on the coat rack. A girlish giggle trailed behind her as she walked into the living room without him. When he caught up with her, she was looking out the window at the rain slanting down even harder than it had been only a few moments before. When she saw he was watching, she turned and smiled at him. Casually, she walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Steve stumbled back a couple of steps but the girl followed him, finally standing on tiptoe and pulling his head down to hers. She kissed him lustily, her tongue flicking at his. She ground her belly against his. Startled again, Steve fought off a quick reaction to Kimberly's boldness but he wasn't completely successful. Abruptly, the young woman released him and stepped back to sit gracefully on the couch. "When are you going to get divorced from my bitch of a sister?" she asked bluntly. Steve could only stare at her for a moment. "Uh…well, it looks like it's going to be another few months," he said at last. "Barbara's attorney filed a new motion for a continuance last week," he said lamely. Steve was uncomfortable with discussing it with Barbara's sister, and even more uncomfortable with the way Kim had referred to Barbara. It didn't seem right. It was out of character. The girl smiled at him. "Don't you remember?" she asked softly. "At the barbeque that time when I told you I was going to make you like me better than her?" Steve did remember. It had been just before he and Barbara had gotten married. Kimberly had been a bubbly little twelve-year-old who'd attached herself to him nearly from the moment he'd arrived. It had irritated Barbara at the time. Startled, Steve had had to convince his fiancee he had no thought in his mind except being nice to his future sister-in-law. It had taken a while to mollify Barbara. Today…Kim was an attractive, exciting young woman. As Steve studied her, he became aware once more of the stirring in his groin he'd felt earlier. Where Barbara was tall, her sister was only 5 feet and a couple of inches in height. Where his wife was slim and willowy, Kimberly was earthy and robust. Barbara wore a B-cup bra; he was willing to bet Kim's breasts would be uncomfortable confined in a C-cup. Kim's body was more substantial than Barbara's. It had to be to support her larger breasts. Her thighs and calves were more meaty than his wife's slender ones. They were no less curvaceous than Barb's, just more substantial. As he'd told her when she fretted about her thighs when she turned sixteen, the less Kim wore, the better she looked. In short shorts or a skimpy bikini, Kimberly was a striking young woman. Covered from head to toe, there was an impression she was far stockier than she actually was. It had been a moment he made sure was never repeated. Kim had glowed from an inner warmth the rest of the afternoon and stayed close to him the rest of that afternoon. She did the same thing the next time he came over. He'd tried to discourage her; he hadn't wanted to send the wrong message. He'd thought only to reassure an insecure teenager. "I remember," Steve said at length. He smiled to defuse the building tension. "You were a gangly little twelve-year-old girl who sassed every adult in sight and made goo-goo eyes at all the boys." Kim stuck out her tongue at him and he laughed delightedly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed out loud. When the young woman patted the couch beside her, he became aware he'd been standing and gawking at her all this time. He strode to the couch and let her drag him down to a seat close to her. They spent the rest of the evening talking about nothing in particular, laughing at remembered encounters at her parents' house. They made fun of the announcers working the football game on TV. Kim said Steve knew more about football than they did. Kimberly reached out and took his hand in hers at some point and Steve didn't bother to retrieve it. He enjoyed each moment as it came and ruthlessly swept all his misgivings aside. It had been too long since he'd had any pleasure at all. When the end of the football game came, he reconsidered what he was doing and began maneuvering his sister-in-law toward the door. She was so young, barely out of high school. He was twenty-seven and involved in a hard-fought divorce with her sister. Kimberly didn't really want to leave. He saw a willingness in her eyes to stay and prove her maturity all night long, but he fought the urge to let her. It just wasn't right. He made her promise to call when she got home. He was worried about her traveling about in the heavy rain. When she called, he kept the conversation short though she'd have gone on all night if he'd given her an opening. Steve slept well that night and awakened with an appetite he'd thought gone forever. ******** "Hi, sugar, how're you doing?" "Just fine, Elaine," Steve responded. "How 'bout you?" "Good, good," she said with a gentle smile. The tall, slender blond gave Steve a quick peck on the cheek and a chaste hug before sitting down on the other side of the table. "So…how goes the war with the wayward spouse?" Steve asked tentatively. He and the wife of the man Barbara had had an affair with had gotten into the habit of meeting every so often to compare notes. Steve no longer cared if Rafe and Barbara were still in contact, but Elaine did. She was trying to put her marriage back together, primarily for the sake of her young daughter. Steve had been surprised at how close a friendship they'd developed. They were both careful to keep everything platonic. Elaine had a lot to lose if things got out of hand. "Pretty well," she answered, looking through the menu without much hope. She wanted some new and exciting entree listing to jump out at her and capture her interest. "Doofus hasn't tried to make a call to Barbie Doll for a good two months now," Elaine said casually, "and she hasn't tried to call him or text message him or anything else either." "You sure?" Steve asked skeptically. "Pretty much," Elaine answered confidently. "I've got all his passwords for the home email accounts, he shows me his cell phone every night when he gets home and I cross-check with the on-line billings to make sure there aren't any strange phone numbers showing up. I get home before he does and check the mailbox so there's nothing coming in there either. I even got the information management guy at Doofus's work to agree to show me all the incoming and outgoing emails there." She glanced up at Steve with a twinkle in her eye. "It's cool what a $100 bill delivered in an unmarked envelope the first of every month will do for a gal, ya know?" Steve chuckled. "You are covering all the bases, aren't you?" he asked "Damn straight," Elaine replied briskly. "I don't trust him any farther than I can throw him and he's got a lot of making up to do. I told him the next time I don't know exactly where he is, who he's with, and what he's doing there, he'll get served with papers just like Barbara did. I got him scared shitless I'm going to leave and for now, that's just fine with me." Steve smiled, but his heart wasn't in it. Elaine's words reminded him that there was a small chance her marriage would survive. There was no chance for his. "How's everything with you?" Elaine asked. "The New York cut, medium well, baked potato, no sour cream," she said in an aside to the waitress. She folded the menu and handed it to the young woman. The waitress looked expectantly at Steve. "Uh…the same for me," he said, "except make the steak medium rare, okay?" Their "server" smiled, jotted a quick note on her order pad and walked away. "Nothing's changed," Steve said, replying to Elaine's earlier question. "Barb's attorney keeps throwing roadblocks up, wanting information on my income, demanding mediation on the division of marital assets…stuff like that. Anything and everything they can think of to stall," Steve said glumly. "Pisses me off…but there's not much I can do about it. I think I'm making my lawyer a rich woman though," he added wryly. Elaine chuckled at his expression. "Yeah, I know," she said sympathetically. "How's the marriage counseling going?" "Not!" Steve replied tersely. "Barb finally admitted to the counselor she had been involved in a sexual affair…you know that already. Well, now she's been seeing a psychologist and I think she's filling Barbara's head with BS. So far…absolutely nothing that would tell me why the hell she decides to have emotional and physical affairs every once in a while." He took a swallow of iced tea and let an ice cube slide down his throat. "Other than that, everything's fine," he said dryly. He let a sardonic grin twist his lips. Elaine reached out and patted his hand. "I know," she said understandingly. "I wish all this had never happened, Steve." Steve shrugged. "Them's the breaks," he said. They were quiet for a while, waiting on the salads the waitress brought them. "Strange thing happened Monday night," Steve volunteered when the salad plates had been picked up. "Yeah?" "Uh-huh, my sister-in-law dropped by for a visit," Steve said carefully. "She made herself right at home," he added. Elaine giggled. "Sister is staking out a claim, huh?" she asked. Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm not sure what she's doing," he admitted. "She had a crush on me when she was just a kid, but I thought all that was done with." "How old is she now," Elaine asked interestedly. "Oh, almost nineteen," Steve replied uncertainly. "I think her birthday's the week after Thanksgiving," he said. "I see," Elaine said, nodding. "Well, she's sure enough old enough and it sounds to me like she hasn't forgotten about her "crush" on you." They talked for another ten minutes until their meals were deposited on the tablecloth in front of them. After that, the hungry pair worked on getting the tender beef inside them. "I think I should be a little jealous," Elaine announced after some time, waving her fork in the air to help her speak. "Excuse me?" Steve answered after he'd swallowed the chunk of steak he'd been chewing on. "Well…if you're going to have revenge sex on Barbara, aren't you supposed to be doing me?" Elaine batted her eyes at Steve. He chuckled at her pretended jealousy. "Woman, I still regret the day we agreed that would be a silly thing to do," he said imperiously. "'Tis a cruel thing indeed to be bringing that up again with a man who's been doing without for lo these many months." Elaine simpered at him and batted her eyes at him, pretending to be seductive. A moment later, though, the mirth left Elaine's eyes. "Ahhhhhh," she said quietly. "I guess that tells me where your mind is." Steve looked up questioningly. He realized where she was going. Previous Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 Next - Click here for a bio and to find more submissions by Longhorn__07. - Tell a friend about this story, click here. - Report problems with this story, click here. - Send instant anonymous feedback to the author. Home | Stories | Webcams | Forum | Adult Store Literotica Toy Store ADULT TOY & DVD STORE FAST & DISCREET Literotica XXX Webcams 24/7 LIVE CAMS - FREE PREVIEW W/AUDIO! Literotica Adult Movies STREAMING ADULT MOVIES PAY PER MINUTE All contents c Copyright 1998-2005. Literotica is a trademark. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. Hot Wives on Webcam 24/7 LIVE GIRL VIDEO CHAT 100+ ACTIVE CAMS FREE PREVIEW W/AUDIO! literoticacams.com Streaming Hot Wife Movies HORNY HOUSEWIVES DO EVERYTHING 20,000+ PAY PER MINUTE TITLES SEARCHABLE CATEGORIES www.literoticavod.com index : Loving Wives : Requital Requital by Longhorn__07 c Elaine was trying to forge a new bond, essentially a new marriage, with her husband, but Steve considered his wedding vows to have been irrevocably broken. There hadn't been a courtroom ceremony to document the dissolution of the marriage, but that was only a formality. He left the restaurant uneasy, but intrigued. His friend had been supportive. She hadn't suggested anything was wrong with a desire for long-denied sexual release…even with a young woman who would soon be his ex-sister-in-law. Elaine was no friend of his wife's. She made it clear that Steve getting it on with Barbara's sister would make sure Barbara knew, once and for all, how it felt to be cheated on. It surely would, she said. ******** It was the tapes that did him in. When he looked at everything long afterward, he was sure that was what it was. After Kim's visit on Monday night, Steve had been edgy and…horny as an old goat. It had been a phrase used by a favorite uncle that suddenly made a lot more sense to Steve. The sensations surprised him. He'd not felt sexually excited since finding his wife in another man's arms back in June. On Friday evening…without examining his motives…he dropped by an adult book store and come away with three new videos featuring "barely legal" amateur girls. If he'd stopped to think about it, he'd have known exactly why his interest was drawn toward that section in the store. The doorbell rang a few minutes after he got home. He'd barely had time to change into a comfortable pair of old jeans. He was still pulling the worn sweatshirt over his head when he opened the door. There was a loud wolf's whistle. "Hey, honey," Kimberly told him, "there's no need to cover up that bod just for little ol' me." Steve flushed faintly and yanked the sweatshirt down into place. "Hi, Kimberly," he greeted the girl. "Whatcha doing? Slumming?" She smiled brilliantly. "Huh-uh," she replied. "I'm looking for a big hunk of a man to party with," she said seductively. "Well…uh…I guess I could make some calls for you," Steve replied, suddenly nervous. "Some of the single guys I work with might be in the mood for dinner and a movie." Kim laughed. She could tell Steve was half aroused, half embarrassed. She looked closer. The embarrassed half was a lot smaller than the aroused portion. She smiled a more predatory smile. A lioness can always tell when her prey is weakened and nearly ready to give up. Without asking, she swept by Steve and strolled casually through the foyer and down the short hallway to the kitchen. She sniffed dramatically. "I'm hungry," she announced. "Whatcha gonna feed me?" Distracted and considering what he had planned for dinner, Steve couldn't dodge his sister-in-law's embrace when she moved closer. After a lengthy kiss, he no longer wanted to unwrap her arms from his neck. He forced himself to anyway. It didn't discourage Kim in the least. "Steak?" Steve asked. "Baked potato…broccoli?" Kim nodded. "Sounds sooooo good, Lover," she cooed. Steve was barely able to dodge another hug and kiss. Laughing, Kim sat on a tall barstool and watched her brother-in-law as he took another steak from the freezer and put a couple of potatoes in the microwave to "bake." They had a good, unstrained conversation while he prepared the meal. Neither of them mentioned Barbara while the steaks sizzled in the pan or later while they ate. ******** "Wooohoooo!" Kimberly hooted from the living room. Steve paused as he was placing the glass on the rack in the dishwasher. He wondered what had made the young girl whoop so excitedly. Abruptly his face paled. He'd forgotten the bag of videos. He walked quickly to the living room door. "Sugar, you like porn too?" Kimberly trilled. "That's cool," she said happily. Steve blinked. Seeing his confused look, Kim giggled. "Sweetie, I just love watching some good lookin' hunks go at it with cutie pie girls…the more the merrier huh?" She was inspecting all of the video boxes. Portrayed on the cover of one was of a number of men and women all tangled up in a group scene. Kimberly's pink tongue flicked out to lick at her lips. She looked up at him with her eyes glowing delightedly. "Come here and let's watch this one, okay?" She beckoned him to her side with a crook of her forefinger. "Please?" she coaxed. Steve cleared his throat, lost a debate with himself before it began, and took the videocassette from Kim to put in the VCR. He settled onto the couch beside his sister-in-law. Kimberly promptly closed the small distance between them. Tucking her suddenly bare feet up under her, she rested her left thigh on his right and cuddled comfortably against his body. They watched all three movies before they quit, giggling together at some of the less believable positions the porno directors had their actors and actresses get into. Steve was surprised repeatedly at Kim's knowledge. She demonstrated a thorough acquaintance with the male body and chortled as a man with a massive, but less than steel-hard cock worked himself into a woman's cunt. Kim snickered and told Steve in a confiding tone that any woman who could take a cock like that had to have a cunt that was so loose it would be like waving a "real" man's cock around in the Grand Canyon. Amazed at the young woman's words, Steve could only nod. She told him no girl she knew wanted a guy like that. It would only hurt, she said, when he tried to put that in her and there'd be no fun in having something like that inside you. Besides, Kim told him, sniffing in disdain…freaks were freaks and she only liked real things. Dicks like that weren't natural, in her opinion. And didn't he think girls who had boob jobs were sooooo freaky? Boobies like that didn't even feel right, did they? His head spinning, Steve agreed with an occasional nod and a confirming grunt now and again. The feeling that Kim was the same growing young girl he'd teased for the past few years had been weakening since Monday's visit. Gradually, the shock at her sometimes crude language faded and disappeared after a while. The girl who felt so warm against him was a woman now, a very desirable one. When Kim turned to him, he was ready. Her lips were soft and inviting against his. They turned hot and demanding a second later. When she stood abruptly, he was nonplussed. She twisted around quickly and straddled him but in her urgency, she came down slightly off center and more heavily than she'd wanted. The keys in his pocket became trapped between his thigh and her pubic mound. It hurt and she yelped. It was probably the only thing short of a tornado that could have broken the mood. Kim hiked up her skirt above her waist and pulled her panties down to examine the affected area. She was happy to find nothing, not even a red mark. Slyly, she invited Steve to explore her puffy vulva to see if he could find some hidden injury but the damage, so to speak, had been done. Steve forced himself not to touch Kim. It was wrong and he knew it. He couldn't keep his eyes from seeing though. He couldn't look away. "Kiss it and make it better?" Kimberly cooed softly. "Please…?" It was almost too much for him to take. "No…" Steve said uncertainly. "I can't, Kim…I--" Kim stared at him for a long moment. Her eyes reflected a sharp anger caused by his refusal. She wasn't used to it. She didn't like it. She looked away. "Okay, honey," she said after a bit. The elastic band on her panties snapped back into place and her skirt dropped to cover her crotch in less time than it takes to tell. Her arms wound around his neck once more and their lips met in a long, steamy kiss. "Wanta watch one of my porno movies tomorrow night?" Kim asked when she came up for air three kisses later. "Uh…yeah, sure," Steve replied belatedly. It had taken him a moment to recover from the sensuous make out session with the young woman. Kimberly settled into his lap, wiggling her panty-clad groin against his from time to time but didn't make any further encouraging moves to have sex with her brother-in-law. They said goodbye a half hour later. Steve was left with an empty feeling and much regret. He had to take a long shower before he could sleep. The first third of it was a cold one. He'd thought it would calm his arousal but it didn't. Visions of Kimberly's pretty face and soft genitals kept running through his mind. The middle third of his shower was a warm one. He gave up trying to suppress his urges and jacked off twice, painting the inside of the shower curtain with spots of hot cum. The last third of the lengthy shower was a hot one to wash himself clean, with a cold chaser to cool him off again. Chapter 7 - Mid October